'I'll have a dozen roses, Ino-san.'
'Thanks, come again next time!'
Ino smiled to herself as her last customer walked off. She had managed to sell all discounted flowers today, and she felt jubilant.
Closing the floral shop's door and changing the card on the door which read 'Sorry, we're closed.', Ino grabbed the item book and slumped to the floor. She was dead beat, after a full half day of selling flowers and meeting customer after customer...
She opened the book and started to list down the items she had sold. Number after number, Ino did small, efficient calculations in her head, occasionally absent-mindedly doodling on the page.
A shuffle from the back door interrupted her, and she stood up.
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He slid in through the half closed back door rather agilely and proceeded to creep through the numerous boxes of fresh-smelling flowers. He had heard the front door close, and breathed out a sigh of relief. At least he could be with her for a few moments.
Tip-toeing, he peered over the huge box he was hiding behind, and he saw her.
Yes, that was her. Yamanaka Ino.
She was in the same team as him, which made it all the more difficult. She, like half the girls in the academy, was infatuated by that Uchiha boy. What was so great about him anyway? They say that boy is a genius, but so was he. Then again, that boy had some sort of mysterious aura around him, making it easier for girls as fragile and as gullible as Ino to fall for him. To Shikamaru, he couldn't careless, yet a slight prick of jealousy always got the better of him whenever he saw her run after him.
Guiltily, he peered over the brim of the box again. She was still sitting on the floor, rubbing her temples delicately, as if she were trying to fend off a massive headache.
He longed to reach out, to touch her hand.
She didn't have to be the most popular or the brainiest girl in the academy. Besides, he was brainy enough. She didn't have to be the prettiest either, but what difference would it make? To his lazy mind, she was the most attractive person to ever walk past his life.
Maybe it was her attitude, as well as her mediocre looks, yet he felt like he wanted to somehow, know her more. To be with her in a team would mean that he would be able to see her everyday, but she saw him and Chouji as pests. It was like they were meant to be together, what with their fathers in a team before as well.
He looked down at his palm and stared at the watch he held. She held left it behind on the bench after lunch after training when she caught sight of that Uchiha boy.
He sighed, closed his eyes... and lost his footing.
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Ino's head whipped up and she squinted through the fog that had accumulated in the shop. Silently, she cussed under her breath for spraying too much insect repellant.
The shuffle was heard again, and Ino walked into the back room, her mouth in a downright frown.
'Come out, whoever you are.'
Silence. Ino glared through the mist and tried to wave it off. 'Come out, dammit. I don't have all day, and the shop's closed.'
Again, Ino called out, raising her voice this time.
'Hello?!'
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Shikamaru cursed under his breath. So much for privacy. Quickly thinking up of a plan, he did numerous handseals briefly. It was the only way out.
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Ino kicked at the fallen box, feeling her blood pressure shoot up. What was with stalkers anyway?
She was about to deliver another kick when a familiar voice called her name from the dark.
'Ino.'
She turned around, shocked, only to meet that famous face void of all emotion.
Only this time it wore a look of surprise.
It took half a minute to compose herself properly. 'Sasuke-kun!'
The boy coughed politely and hung his head low.
'Uh... yeah. Uh... you kinda left this...lunch....'
Shikamaru cursed under his breath again. Why was he acting so rigid? He had to act like that idiot Uchiha boy, just to pass it off.
Lifting his head up, he snapped at her sharply. 'So yeah, here you go.'
Her face fell from a dumbfounded grin to a frown. 'Sasuke-kun... arigato.'
He left the shop through the back door, not looking back. Still, he could feel her startling blue eyes burning into his back.
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I know that wasn't really good, but it IS my first try for a Naruto fic. Guess that's it. Review please?
~ciao, WickedFantasies.
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'Thanks, come again next time!'
Ino smiled to herself as her last customer walked off. She had managed to sell all discounted flowers today, and she felt jubilant.
Closing the floral shop's door and changing the card on the door which read 'Sorry, we're closed.', Ino grabbed the item book and slumped to the floor. She was dead beat, after a full half day of selling flowers and meeting customer after customer...
She opened the book and started to list down the items she had sold. Number after number, Ino did small, efficient calculations in her head, occasionally absent-mindedly doodling on the page.
A shuffle from the back door interrupted her, and she stood up.
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He slid in through the half closed back door rather agilely and proceeded to creep through the numerous boxes of fresh-smelling flowers. He had heard the front door close, and breathed out a sigh of relief. At least he could be with her for a few moments.
Tip-toeing, he peered over the huge box he was hiding behind, and he saw her.
Yes, that was her. Yamanaka Ino.
She was in the same team as him, which made it all the more difficult. She, like half the girls in the academy, was infatuated by that Uchiha boy. What was so great about him anyway? They say that boy is a genius, but so was he. Then again, that boy had some sort of mysterious aura around him, making it easier for girls as fragile and as gullible as Ino to fall for him. To Shikamaru, he couldn't careless, yet a slight prick of jealousy always got the better of him whenever he saw her run after him.
Guiltily, he peered over the brim of the box again. She was still sitting on the floor, rubbing her temples delicately, as if she were trying to fend off a massive headache.
He longed to reach out, to touch her hand.
She didn't have to be the most popular or the brainiest girl in the academy. Besides, he was brainy enough. She didn't have to be the prettiest either, but what difference would it make? To his lazy mind, she was the most attractive person to ever walk past his life.
Maybe it was her attitude, as well as her mediocre looks, yet he felt like he wanted to somehow, know her more. To be with her in a team would mean that he would be able to see her everyday, but she saw him and Chouji as pests. It was like they were meant to be together, what with their fathers in a team before as well.
He looked down at his palm and stared at the watch he held. She held left it behind on the bench after lunch after training when she caught sight of that Uchiha boy.
He sighed, closed his eyes... and lost his footing.
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Ino's head whipped up and she squinted through the fog that had accumulated in the shop. Silently, she cussed under her breath for spraying too much insect repellant.
The shuffle was heard again, and Ino walked into the back room, her mouth in a downright frown.
'Come out, whoever you are.'
Silence. Ino glared through the mist and tried to wave it off. 'Come out, dammit. I don't have all day, and the shop's closed.'
Again, Ino called out, raising her voice this time.
'Hello?!'
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Shikamaru cursed under his breath. So much for privacy. Quickly thinking up of a plan, he did numerous handseals briefly. It was the only way out.
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Ino kicked at the fallen box, feeling her blood pressure shoot up. What was with stalkers anyway?
She was about to deliver another kick when a familiar voice called her name from the dark.
'Ino.'
She turned around, shocked, only to meet that famous face void of all emotion.
Only this time it wore a look of surprise.
It took half a minute to compose herself properly. 'Sasuke-kun!'
The boy coughed politely and hung his head low.
'Uh... yeah. Uh... you kinda left this...lunch....'
Shikamaru cursed under his breath again. Why was he acting so rigid? He had to act like that idiot Uchiha boy, just to pass it off.
Lifting his head up, he snapped at her sharply. 'So yeah, here you go.'
Her face fell from a dumbfounded grin to a frown. 'Sasuke-kun... arigato.'
He left the shop through the back door, not looking back. Still, he could feel her startling blue eyes burning into his back.
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I know that wasn't really good, but it IS my first try for a Naruto fic. Guess that's it. Review please?
~ciao, WickedFantasies.
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